American You

Man, you got it all worked out, don't you?

Old pair of shoes

Never wear your heart on your sleeve

'Cause it don't go with the suit

You got a bad, bad woman

With a young, little pretty face

They told you not to go get married

But you went and did it anyway

Singing

Oh, sweet sounds of American you

Never missed a Sunday service

Never got tattoos

Every time you drive by waving

I see right through

Doo-doo doo-doo, doo-doo

Fuck you, too

Mama said, steer clear of the Devil

So you never played in the road

Always looking on the bright side

So you never see the potholes

You got a house on the hill

Big news, that's a big deal

Big party with your big time friends

Man, imagine how that feels

Singing

Oh, sweet sounds of American you

Never missed a Sunday service

Never got tattoos

Every time you drive by waving

I see right through

Doo-doo doo-doo, doo-doo

Fuck you, too

Doo-doo doo-doo, doo-doo

Fuck you, too

I believe in the modest dream

Ain't looking for a pot of gold

A 6-pack and some good marijuana

I can watch my mama roll

I believe I can buy a few things

Like a house with a nice pool

Invite my nobody friends to the party

And we'll be in it, fuck you

You got a blue collar father who drinks Budweiser out the bottle

20 dollars, an old Impala, a baby's mama

You work hard, you don't beg, you don't borrow

Night at the factory, daytime job at McDonald's

Your daddy told you that girl was nothing but a problem

But you fell in love 'cause to you, she was like a supermodel

And they told you not to go get married

But you went and did it anyway

You make something out of nothing, you make money for a living

Pushing buttons, digging ditches, flipping burgers in the kitchen

With the vision you've been dreaming, you've been saving

You've been given nothing but shit, but you take it

'Cause you're patient in this prison

Fuck everybody dissing, it ain't them who's gotta live in this skin

With all these tattoos that you got that fucking offends them

If it's you that I'm speaking to, you must be my extension

I take my drink up and sip it, take my hat off and tip it

Slumerican

Oh, sweet sounds of American you

Never missed a Sunday service

Never got tattoos

Every time you drive by waving

I see right through

Doo-doo doo-doo, doo-doo

Fuck you, too

Doo-doo doo-doo, doo-doo

Fuck you, too